Even if there had been any time, there is just no way to express the kinds of moments and whole hearted experiences I've been having this last month. I've been using my journal instead, but even there, it's beyond words ( Read more... )

if you show up at four, we can enjoy a round of croquet. slp. san lorenzo park, up the river. get to the house by seven.. dress us for BASTILLE DAY. get french and battle with bagettes.. the rolls have to get the filling in by ten pm, for the cop blockers wont suceed in blowing our cover...REACTIONARY 3, from Gainesville, fl .UP THE VOLTAGE( ( Read more... )

things are back on track. we got a new van and I'm definetly going to be in it. I had a fucking awsome party that was intimate and raging at the same time. I stopped feeling like a mudpuddle and I think I need to try to make a magazine in three weeks, but I have nothing started, maybe that's better tho ( Read more... )

I'm loosing my steam.
Friends are being replaced by tourists.
my plans are starting to crumble.
The van is broken, so now I might not even get to go on tour because we don't have a big enough car.

So far this summer is a total drag!

I need something new to blow thru town. My parents are going out of town this weekend, maybe I'll have a party. ..

I'm going on tour with my friends' band, Up the Voltage. You should ( Read more... )

I should clean out my closet, set free the build up of months of having too much fun to worry about organization or responsibilities, but instead, I'll spend two hundred dollars on drugs and get away from it all my clutter for a wild weekend of bashing around and not giving a fuck.. so prepare yourself sanfrancisco oakland and beyond, it's been a ( Read more... )

It's this locale, a strange center of my history, even with all it's newness, you just might, know... all the sniffling, is a my result, catastrophe of sniffing. the smell we made, how it's servant to our weekend. sweat, dryed upon my clean hair, dangling, like my cross upon an ear. the mystery of my moment, reflects like an instant win label on ( Read more... )

I decided to go the extra step.... Ok so. I've been drinking for more than fourteen hours. but the thing is. I decided to get home. thats why my bike rules. so hugely. how else could I have accieved such levels of clarity. West to East. and the extra step was: taking the scenic route, talking to myself via the moon, the songs I sing without my ( Read more... )

My father is leaving the house. He takes his boat into the ocean. It's four forty five a.m. the folks found me in the now defunckt office, theyre waking up, but they know it's just my time to get home. ususally I'm too engaged in a conversation based on only syllables. we play this game of scrabble a six year old could compete in. she talks alot, ( Read more... )

something about these exact moments. there is a fearlessness inside of me, that has no choice but to come into play. at times like these. in and out of life, there is always going to be the times, when going to the beach, alone, in the middle of the night, makes all the sence in the world. because beautiful scenery doesn't always have to be a ( Read more... )